waters edge

When shadows reflect, on waters edge, a mental wondering begins. Rembering, the days bygone, settled in memories retaining the past. Now dreams, with the added edge, "back then". Reality slaying for some, other's a joyful journey into the past. Where laughter erupts, when a story is told. Lived, then and again, the extending of a journey, once dominant, and ever the need when thing's are drowned. So now, I will continue with the snicker and smile. Recalling, calling the pleasantries of a pleasing past. While the negative rest, sour with their spite filled crown.